Ethan saw it too.
But Veyrakas wouldn't let him disengage.
After taking that hit, Veyrakas' style turned even more suffocating—golden holy light kept pressing in from shifting angles, wrapping tight and refusing to give Ethan a clean lane to break away.
"Hold on! I'm coming!" Ethan shouted, parrying another surge of holy light as he forced his way toward Anya.
Hearing that, Anya yanked back the breath she'd almost let go. She looked up and saw Ethan still pushing toward her. She clenched her teeth and squeezed out power she didn't really have left.
In the next instant, bright red light detonated across her whole body. The lightning dragon that had been deadlocked suddenly changed.
It let out a piercing, drawn-out scream. The currents across its body thickened and brightened, its head dropping lower as it lunged forward with a more vicious, tearing intent.
